I just had a very lovely evening. I went down to the kitchen for something, and Australian Chris (as opposed to devout Catholic Polish Chris, whom I have yet to meet) came in. He invited me to join him and a bunch of the other housemates for drinks in the garden. So I went out and had a gin and tonic, a vodka and coke, and a vodka tonic while conversing with Chris and the five Poles (Chris' fiancée Lydia, Dorota and Marketz, and [I forgot her name] and Jagosz — of course, I've probably misspelled all the names). I learned a little bit of Polish, talked about the World Cup and travel and other stuff, and generally had a relaxing time getting to know 6 of my 13 new housemates. Yay!